A Bit of Evening Game

He made me play the Pokemon tutorial last night
when other games would surely be preferred.
The cards were stacked in order so the play’d proceed just right;
for this free dealing would have been absurd.
By contrast Uno could have been a relative delight –
we three’d be happier had it occurred.
But which activity is not the grist.
To play with them’s the act that can’t be missed.

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